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A Study on Falling
Have you ever been lost in a maze?Have you ever kept walking, sure that the exit was near, only to realise that you've been going around in circles?Ever been trapped?I have. Once, I was someone. A bestselling author whose prose charmed the world. I was in love, I was married, and my muse was my partner through it all. Then came the accident. I lost a part of myself - became a man unravelling, a husband undone.
A novelist without words. See, the mind can be a maze. Mine became a labyrinth. I was banished to a hospital for the gifted, where my paranoia wasn't cured; it only grew, fed by the doctors and my fellow inmates surrounding me. My name is Henry Levi. I'm a writer. This isn't a memoir, it's a record of my time spent in the depths of the labyrinth, fumbling in the dark for the golden thread that would lead me to salvation.
A story, a warning, a legend . call it what you like. I call it my Study on Falling.
A novelist without words. See, the mind can be a maze. Mine became a labyrinth. I was banished to a hospital for the gifted, where my paranoia wasn't cured; it only grew, fed by the doctors and my fellow inmates surrounding me. My name is Henry Levi. I'm a writer. This isn't a memoir, it's a record of my time spent in the depths of the labyrinth, fumbling in the dark for the golden thread that would lead me to salvation.
A story, a warning, a legend . call it what you like. I call it my Study on Falling.
Have you ever been lost in a maze?Have you ever kept walking, sure that the exit was near, only to realise that you've been going around in circles?Ever been trapped?I have. Once, I was someone. A bestselling author whose prose charmed the world. I was in love, I was married, and my muse was my partner through it all. Then came the accident. I lost a part of myself - became a man unravelling, a husband undone.
A novelist without words. See, the mind can be a maze. Mine became a labyrinth. I was banished to a hospital for the gifted, where my paranoia wasn't cured; it only grew, fed by the doctors and my fellow inmates surrounding me. My name is Henry Levi. I'm a writer. This isn't a memoir, it's a record of my time spent in the depths of the labyrinth, fumbling in the dark for the golden thread that would lead me to salvation.
A story, a warning, a legend . call it what you like. I call it my Study on Falling.
A novelist without words. See, the mind can be a maze. Mine became a labyrinth. I was banished to a hospital for the gifted, where my paranoia wasn't cured; it only grew, fed by the doctors and my fellow inmates surrounding me. My name is Henry Levi. I'm a writer. This isn't a memoir, it's a record of my time spent in the depths of the labyrinth, fumbling in the dark for the golden thread that would lead me to salvation.
A story, a warning, a legend . call it what you like. I call it my Study on Falling.
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